Fenum - TANKS!

Fake
Watch out for my boys we out here driving tanks
Shut your mouth before you say some mistakes
Separate the blood out from they veins
Don't you test my psyche thats my brain
All I needs my watch and my chain
To pull up hold a spot and then just wait
Left hand on the handle just to fake
Right hand just to grip my forty eight

Little boy let me teach you one good lesson
Yea these things they are toys in the streets we call them weapons
Doin spells doctor strange
Taught myself another way
One nation under god well how the fuck they feel the same
Fuck yo tax thats my cash
To pay my rent then I pay that gas
Bills go up jobs don't last
Wheres that time that i cant get back
Bare foot feet running up the street
My success yea it didn't come cheap
All this work did it for myself
Check my plate yuh dinner for myself on a G5 flight

Why you talking all that smack
They aint even got yo back
Running all these trains up the track
All I do is drop tracks damn dog wow
Catch these hands
Motherfucker you gon see me pop a couple more xans and then fake

Watch out for my boys we out here driving tanks
Shut your mouth before you say some mistakes
Separate the blood out from they veins
Don't you test my psyche thats my brain
All I needs my watch and my chain
To pull up hold a spot and then just wait
Left hand on the handle just to fake
Right hand just to grip my forty eight

Grab the clip then grab the glock
Im bout to murder every priest up on my block
Yea fuck the prayers the preach is all just words
As if the speech is something I ain't heard
Pockets deep running in my coat
Sell a pack and then I sell a load
Undertaker choke slam em out
Broke the cell thats caging all my sounds
Smoking some g's on that rock boy shit
You gonna see me do some punk rock shit
Party till three on that fuck boy shit
Yo shout out Charlie Sheen for his fuck boy shit
So slice the cheese i'm talking all that cheddar
Tik tok on the clock like Ke$ha
Like queen i'm always under pressure
With bars like these it don't get much better

Why you talking all that smack
They ain't even got yo back
Running all these trains up the track
All I do is drop tracks damn dog wow
Catch these hands
Motherfucker you gon see me pop a couple more xans and then fake

Watch out for my boys we out here driving tanks
Shut your mouth before you say some mistakes
Separate the blood out from they veins
Don't you test my psyche thats my brain
All I needs my watch and my chain
To pull up hold a spot and then just wait
Left hand on the handle just to fake
Right hand just to grip my forty eight

Written by:
Joshua Barbaccia

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